I kept on seeing Bintang everywhere. It's apparently Indonesia's favourite beer. I have now had one. (At Jackie's place. He doesn't own it, I don't think, but in my mind it's his place.) And I'd seen some nice t-shirts and vest-tops with it on them. I thought 'this would be a nice souvenir of the holiday, as long as I also drink one: it's quite nice, fairly standard and inoffensive beer. I.e. along the Sol/Corona/um...green bottle, English? type beer. Rather than that really strong tasting stuff that you get from Real Ale places like The Fat Cat (in Norwich).

So, in a shop with all this 'cut price' stuff, the type you see everywhere, I found a top I liked. I looked at it, critically. (Don't show too much interest.)

One man said to me "100" - which means 100,000 IDR". I had read in The Book, that you usually offered, first, a third or half of the price, and then they counter-offered, and eventually you agreed on about 2/3 of the price.I said, "300" (which means 300,000 IDR). The man looked confused.I said, "I mean 600."Zoe managed to get me to then say '60' instead.Another man in the shop came up.He said, "120."I said, "Wait, that man said 100."Then I said to Zoe, "Hmm, do you think it'll be a bit see-through." (Cunning move!)I said, "60."He said, "You have to give me over 100."I said, "70."Zoe said, "Come on, let's go."He said, "Ok, 70."I said, "80."He said, "Ok."I said, "Wait, I meant 70...." But it was too late. D'oh.Still, that was my first bit of bartering.Good thing Zoe was there.